Pirated plot? (Part 2) I'll remember you! ...
I greeted her on the smart computer and someone followed her.
Seeing that my nephew was still frozen in place and looked like he was about to break apart, I drove my car over to him.
In less than half a minute, my car stopped in front of my nephew. He was frightened by the rumbling sound of the car and subconsciously wanted to cover his butt and run away.
I opened the door and got out of the car, and the nephew of the COS statue gave me an ugly smile that looked like crying and laughing.
"Uncle, why are you here?"
I walked towards him, and he suddenly jumped back like a frightened rabbit, panicking, "No, no, no! Uncle, don't come over here!"
Perhaps realizing that his reaction was really strange, he quickly explained, "I just farted loudly, maybe..."
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "My sphincter may not be able to hold the last line of defense."
For a young man with a strong sense of self-esteem, this is not a decent thing to do. He probably wants to deal with it quietly and pretend that nothing happened.
If it was about other matters, I would just pretend I knew nothing and let him be, but today it involves the Raider, and I’m afraid something might happen to him.
"The girl who handed you the paper just now is a capturer. She wants to gain your favor."
"She is the one who caused your stomachache."
The eldest nephew's eyes suddenly widened.
"I knew it a long time ago. How could I not be able to control my butt even though I'm fasting?"
"No, what does she want? Give me a stomachache and then pass me some paper? Others give me help when it's needed, but she gives me paper in the midst of shit?"
I have to say that at this moment, the nephew and the female guide's thoughts were in sync.
"Come on, let the doctor check you out."
I told my eldest nephew roughly what Peach Milk had done, and his face turned slightly green when he heard it.
"Uncle, even if my character was written into the script, it should be assigned to the romance channel, right? Why would someone attack my anus?"
I rubbed my forehead and said, "You should read less of the novels your uncle Feng gave you."
"I'm having you examine your body now, mainly to see if you're injured."
"You have already gone on a fast. Theoretically, your stomach and intestines are empty, so nothing should be excreted."
My eldest nephew, who was forced to lie on the seat, looked pale.
"Uncle, please find a doctor who can keep a tight lid on his words."
"Um."
In order to do the inspection, he didn't even dare to wipe his butt and could only lie on the seat.
Suddenly, the car body was shaken slightly by the air current. The eldest nephew's face was distorted and he spoke anxiously, "Wait, wait! Uncle! I feel like something is flowing out!"
"Drive steadily!"
My expression was no better than that of my nephew. If the person in the car was not my own nephew, I would have wanted to throw away both the car and the person.
I drove with the windows down.
I can't keep this car anymore.
…
The doctor rushed over with a first aid kit.
"What's wrong? Who's in trouble?"
I pointed at my oldest nephew and said, "He might have some problems with his sphincter."
The eldest nephew who was named buried his head in the pillow in grief and anger.
After listening to my explanation, the doctor lifted up my nephew's monk's robe and pulled down his pants.
My breath was held in my throat. I was able to stand here only because of my blood relationship.
The doctor exclaimed in surprise.
"The liquid is transparent and viscous without any impurities. There is no feces. It seems... it's all intestinal fluid?"
Half of my nephew's butt was covered with transparent mucus. If you didn't know, you would think he had participated in some adult sport and had gone too far.
In the fasting state, the stomach and intestines are completely clear. After the plot is changed, in order to excrete something, the stomach and intestines move wildly, stimulating the intestines to secrete a large amount of intestinal fluid, right?
The doctor performed a simple examination on my nephew quickly and said, "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with the sphincter and intestinal function. Don't worry about leaking stool."
"Just think of the situation just now as you have diarrhea and you can't hold it back. It will be fine after you finish it."
The doctor's comfort was better than nothing for my nephew.
Regarding what happened today, my nephew was more concerned about his lost face than the danger.
I heard him mumbling something to himself, and I couldn't help but feel worried.
After all, he is my nephew.
I looked over and read from the movement of his lips:
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just pooping your pants."
"This matter is known to heaven and earth, I know, and there are three other people who know it, but no one else knows it."
"Don't worry about her, she's a criminal from another world and will be caught sooner or later."
"My uncle and Uncle Yi are both my elders. They have seen me naked before, so there is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Anyway, I've embarrassed myself in front of my uncle many times, so I don't have any face left.
"Come on! It's just a social death, it's nothing!"
"Think about the ex who fell in love with my uncle, think about the ex who dressed as a woman, think about the ex who was a robot, think about it... woo!"
"Be strong! QQ"
...The more I listen, the more pitiful it becomes.
I'll come back and give him the cruise he's wanted for a long time.
Maybe it would be better if we had a Buddha Light party on the cruise ship.
Although the doctor checked and said that my nephew was in good health, this could not cover up the fact that it could forcibly change his physical condition.
A terrible system.
This peach milk may seem harmless, but the system she possesses is the most terrifying one so far.
It can change the weather, it can change the climate, it can change the physical condition of a designated person.
According to the system, this is still the result of limited functions.
It is hard to imagine what kind of disaster would result if the system were allowed to run in its complete form.
I'm afraid the whole world will become the system's playground.
——Yes, only the system.
The script that Peach Milk has is wrong. I don’t know whether it is a system error or a deliberate misleading of the system.
In short, after Peach Milk upgrades the system to the highest level, she herself will probably face irresistible danger.
The person behind the scenes who controls the "system" that enables operations in each world comes from a larger world.
A world I had yet to touch.
Up to now, I have opened more than 800 branches in other worlds, covering hundreds of other worlds.
Among these worlds, there are worlds that have come into contact with this world, and there are also worlds that are located through the Mary Sue Princess as an intermediary.
There seem to be many of them, but there is not even one world that controls the system.
It’s not that we haven’t tried to locate the higher-level world through the system, but it didn’t work.
Those higher-level worlds seem to have a barrier with this world, which isolates them from invading and also blocks the prying eyes of the lower-level worlds.
This may be some kind of universal law.
After this world matures, I am afraid that this barrier will slowly open up.
However, the higher-level world cannot descend into the lower-level world due to the rules, so in order to absorb the luck, they came up with other ways -
system.
These systems, each carrying different powers, are a microcosm of the other world.
I wonder, when Peach Milk upgrades the system to the highest level, will the barrier be forced to disappear and the higher-level world will forcibly descend?
no.
Although I am somewhat looking forward to it, I also know that it is not possible at least not now.
Up to now, the strength of the high-level world is still unclear, so we cannot rush into the battle.
We still need to improve the overall strength of this world first.
But if there is a chance to peek into the higher-level world, I won’t let it go.
…
After handing my nephew, who had convinced himself, to my eldest brother, I returned to the villa near the company and took a nice bath.
There aren't many clothes to change into, but luckily the assistant knew what I wanted and brought over the clothes I often wear.
I dried my hair until it was half dry and changed into pajamas. Before I could blow-dry my hair, my smart computer suddenly lit up and reported bad news to the people who were tracking Peach Milk.
They chased Peach Milk and lost it.
This was almost impossible to happen, but it happened.
This means that the energy system it possesses does not belong to any of this world.
Or perhaps, its level is far above the highest level of the special energy monitoring department in this world.
[Boss, she will definitely find a way to get close to you. We have sent additional personnel to your direction. Please protect yourself! ]
I frowned secretly.
How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?
It is not a pleasant thing to have an attacker on the run thinking about you.
"President."
The assistant knocked on the door after I hadn't come out for a long time.
"Come in." I said, "I just saw the news that the person has been lost."
The assistant took the hair dryer from my hand and blew my hair.
"I will stay with you."
I felt his fingertips gently pressing on my scalp, and his fingers gently hooked and loosened my short hair.
The warm air temperature of the hair dryer is just right, and the fragrance of the hair care oil spreads little by little under the blowing of the warm air.
The assistant's words were not even a guarantee, but they somehow relieved my annoyance.
The scent of the essential oil, which was mixed by an assistant, is light and not disturbing. I cannot smell it at ordinary times. Only when my emotions fluctuate or my body temperature rises due to exercise can I smell a very faint fragrance.
But since I started using essential oils, I have become less irritable.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, an assistant is like essential oil, with no smell and seems dispensable.
But I know that to me, he is everywhere and inseparable.
I closed my eyes and let him blow dry my short hair inch by inch.
Normally I like to blow dry my hair until it is 70% to 80% dry, and let the rest air dry naturally, but today I have to go out soon.
My hair is well maintained, black, shiny and thick, but because there are many and hard hair strands, it may not feel very good.
But the assistant didn't seem to think so.
My hair was completely dried and the hair dryer was taken away, but he was still playing with my hair.
Apart from the act of blowing my hair, his action looked like he was just touching my head.
I opened my eyes and looked up, meeting his smiling eyes.
"Shouldn't you put your hands down?"
The assistant smiled and said, "Okay, President."
He turned off the hair dryer and put his hand away as if properly, but he stroked it from the top of my head to the back of my neck, just like he was petting a cat.
This is outrageous.
I sneered, "Keep your head down."
I looked at his brown hair. His hair was thinner than mine and looked softer.
It may feel good to the touch——
Yes, good, I know.
When I kissed him, I had put my hands on the back of his neck and run them through his hair countless times in an absolutely possessive posture.
I knew, of course, that his hair was smooth and soft, and easily reminiscent of animal hair.
Although I don’t understand the feel, the pleasure brought by touching it is similar to that of others, or even stronger.
I stared at him, waiting for him to lower his head.
I know he will never refuse my order.
As expected, the assistant lowered his head obediently. When the light was blocked, his eyes were like two deep wells.
I stretched out my hand, waiting for the furry head to fall into my palm, but suddenly I realized that he was not wearing glasses.
By the time I realized it, it was too late.
He bent down and kissed her.
The moment he took off his glasses I realized this wasn't just a quick kiss.
I have practiced kissing him many times, and he always lets me do what I want and waits obediently for my every invasion.
But for some reason, I always lose in every tit-for-tat contest.
The assistant held the back of my neck with one hand and held my arms behind my back with the other.
He didn't use much force, and I didn't struggle. I was just focused on trying to determine who was stronger between my lips and teeth.
Unfortunately, this time, just like in the past, I was pushed by him and slowly fell into a disadvantageous position, my breathing became more rapid under his attack.
I snorted softly, indicating that I gave up.
In this world, I am afraid he is the only one who can make me bow my head willingly.
But I won't lag behind him forever. One day, I will become him.
But this time is different from the past.
After I admitted defeat, his conquest did not stop, but became more aggressive.
I stood up to fight, but was beaten back again and again.
My surrender did not bring about the news of a ceasefire between the two countries, but instead led to my becoming a prisoner. As the victor, he happily enjoyed the fruits of his victory, just like a mountain god enjoying a sacrifice.
The hands that he held on both of my hands were getting tighter and tighter. I went from not taking it seriously to feeling like I was being eaten alive.
The militant elements in me are eager to try, every cell is clamoring to fight, and the heat makes them boil with me.
The assistant's hand that was holding the back of my neck suddenly tightened, as if he was comforting a naughty cat.
The neck is fragile and easily broken, and the tension brought by the sense of crisis is transformed into another kind of stimulation during the intimacy with him.
I always suspected that the reason I was always one step behind in every chess match was because my assistant had not taught me all the skills, fearing that he would teach the apprentice and confuse the master.
It was finally confirmed at this moment.
The room seemed to heat up along with my body.
He took all the air in my lungs, and I couldn't help but let out a groan.
He finally stood up and rubbed his forehead against mine, with tears in his eyes.
I guess my current condition is not much different from his, or even worse.
"Sorry, does it hurt?"
I moved my wrists, and before I could completely calm my breathing, I was already laughing at what he said.
These words didn't sound like an acknowledgment of concern, but rather a mockery of my disastrous defeat.
"Your strength didn't even leave a mark."
He smiled and said, "Will you teach me?"
My breath caught and I was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.
[Ahhh, who on earth is following me! ]
[Is it the president? Or the person who committed the crime before? ]
[Oh my god! The original owner had offended too many people before. I can’t even count who is the most suspicious now! ]
[Damn it! I wanted to take it slow, why did the main storyline suddenly move forward so much! ]
[There is no other way. No matter who it is, the only option is to use strong medicine for a serious illness! ]
The knocking on the door became more urgent.
[System, adjust the plot! ]
[Okay! But host, you have to think carefully. This is your last chance to change the word today. Once you use it, it will be gone.]
[I know, but I can't do anything about it! In order to avoid those pursuits, I only have two points of favorability left. I don't need to focus on the president anymore. When those people come, everything will be over! Quick, adjust the plot! ]
[The plot has been retrieved for you:]
[The president finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, water drops streaking across his cheeks. It was a stunning face, a face that could not be described in any language. Even the greatest poet in the world could not describe his elegance, and even the most outstanding painter in the world could not paint one percent of his beauty...]
[Fuck! How handsome is this CEO? Why are there more descriptions of his appearance than a Buddhist? I can’t stand it anymore. Pull these descriptions over here!]
[…Throwing the wet towel aside, the president picked up the hair dryer and dried his short hair. At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the villa. He immediately became murderous.]
[No, I just knocked on the door, why did he want to kill me? He is indeed a tyrant. If he catches me, I will be dead! ]
[Fortunately, God didn't kill me. He was the only one in this villa. ]
[System, change the word! Change "aroused a strong desire to kill" to "aroused a strong desire to lust"! ]
I felt something was wrong.
The next moment, I looked down sharply.
Very good, I will remember you!
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